“i forgive you… for treating me the way you felt about yourself”
– butterflies rising
“i forgive you… for treating me the way you felt about yourself”
– butterflies rising
“she wanders
out in the flowers,
in the wild, where the breathing
is easy and free… because it’s where
the judgment goes quiet…
and everything beautiful is so untouched.
it’s just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.
and whether it grows into something more
or burns down and has to start again,
it just does… fearlessly.
beautifully. and wild.
so she wanders out where she
can learn to see herself that way;
to see herself in the way that she looks
at flowers… like she’s a beautiful
wildness on fire.”
– butterflies rising
“her,
because she
makes life poetry,
she turns every bit
of it into art”
– butterflies rising
“let yourself fall into this wild love”
– butterflies rising
“she gets wild with the moon and restless”
– butterflies rising